I was once out with a beauty in London, and the waiter was actually annoying with the frequency that he filled our water glasses and took plates away.  (It also made what she was doing with her foot under the tablecloth a bit uncomfortable!)

Back when I used to just take the ball and chain to dinner, we had to sit in the kitchen next to the dish washer.

I sort of miss the stories the dish washer used to regale us with however.  Real interesting chaps, them.

... on a beautiful, warm summer evening.  We decided to take advantage of the weather and sit outside.  The outdoor deck on the roof was full, but there were some tables on the sidewalk.  We got the table closest to the front door, and closest to the intersection of two bustling streets.  Not only was our waiter (and the manager, and the waiter-in-training, who was a woman) very attentive, but we enjoyed the I'm-trying-not-to-look-like-I'm-staring-but-I-am looks at my date from passerby.  And we also had fun checking THEM out and commenting on them, e.g. "Ohhh, she's HOT!  Let's ask her if she'd like to come back with us and play!"  That comment was from my provider date; she's bi.